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@pamper-boy09
chwange mi babi diapie >.<
The benefits of being mommy's little boy
1. She will always keep you in diapers 2. She will always encourage you 3. She will always be your #1 fan 4. She will always make sure you are on the right path 5. She will always make sure you have everything you need 6. She will always make sure you eat healthy but also make sure you get yummy treats once in awhile 7. She will be firm when you get out of line 8. She will always make sure you feel safe and secure 9. She will always make sure you’re diaper is clean and dry 10. She will always stand up for you when someone tries to put you down 11. She will always want to be there to tuck you in at night 12. She will always make sure you get enough cuddles, snuggles and kisses 13. She will always make sure you keep balance in your life 14. She will always make sure you have fun times 15. She will always make sure when you have a bad day she is there to pet your head 16. She will always make sure you take good care of your toys 17. She will always make sure you are properly breastfed 18. She will always make sure to remind you that everyday is a blessing and we should be thankful for all that we have 19. She will always keep your diaper bag stocked and ready to go (and not to forget it) 20. She will always make sure you feel her love
Forever and ever ❤️ abdennis
Wise words about diaper changes..
Back in diapers!
Back in diapers
Destined's Diaper Boy Compendium
Here you go, diaper boys. A nearly complete list of every MDLB caption I have ever written. There are some I didn't add, but I've written a lot and I got tired of finding them all.
I'm also not gonna go through an make them all cute and colorful like the DDLG/MDLG one. Or rate them with Chilies. I did organize them thematically, though.
So, here you go. Read to your heart's content.
Yes Mommy I’ll lay down in front of your friends. 🍼💦💩😊
The most precious thing ive seen all year.
Got new shipment of Cloth Kiddos yesterday! Now wait for my Plastic Backed Kiddo Premium Nights! I’m obsessed!! 😍
Shoutout to all the toddler regressors out there
We hear a lot about babies and littles, but what about the toddlers?
The ones who:
are perfectly capable of talking but choose to whine and throw a fit instead.
can use the potty, but still like to wear diapers sometimes.
sometimes want big kid clothes and sometimes want onesies.
can technically sit up by themselves, but why do that when you can be held in someone’s lap?!
think that walking is just too hard and inconvenient compared to being carried.
prefer to be fed rather than feed themselves.
eat their food in little bite-sized pieces.
use sippy cups and bottles because why not?
exclaim “I’m big! I can do it myself!” about some things and cry for help with other things.
sometimes want to learn all the things and sometimes think ignorance is bliss.
can be an annoying little menace or the perfect sweet child.
can be a baby one minute and a big kid the next.
Toddlers are the best <3
I think that’s completely me 🙈
Dats me toos giggles ☺️🙈
35 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies
1. How often should you be diapered?
2. Do you want your underwear cut up?
3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?
4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?
5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?
6. How long should you wear your diapers?
6. Do you drool on yourself?
7. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?
8. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?
9. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?
10. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?
11. Should you be allowed on the furniture?
12. Do you like being a smelly baby?
13. Does your house smell like piss?
14. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?
15. Do you like to wear plastic panties?
16. Do you need your diaper checked?
17. Do you make humpies in your diaper?
18. Do you like messy diapers?
19. How thick do you like your diapers?
20. Are you diapered right now?
21. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?
22. When’s the last time you leaked?
23. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?
24. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?
25. Do you like diapers more than sex?
26. Did you make pushies today?
27. Why do you wear diapers?
28. Do you want to be a bedwetter?
29. Do you use a bottle?
30. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?
31. Do you enjoy being restrained?
32. Do you enjoy doing as your told?
33. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult baby
34. What’s the longest you’re willing to go being diapered 24/7?
35. What’s more humiliating than being an adult baby?
Ask away!!
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Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups
You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable! What are the expectations for littles?
Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!
Using your diapers (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do. Your diapers are for both voluntary and involuntary use. You are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it.
It’s never an “accident” to use your diapers, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).
If you hold it and then go all at once in your diapers, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault so use your diapers whenever you feel the slightest urge to go.
You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate). Proper hydration also makes your pee less stinky.
If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even to ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and any other needs) for you before an accident happens).
If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).
Even if you’re in diapers only a night, these rules don’t change. Once the diaper is on, it stays on and you’re expected to use it whenever you have the urge to go, and not just for involuntary use (like bedwetting). Attentive caregivers will check and change your diaper right before going to sleep and even while you sleep if your diaper gets full. Being in a fresh diaper before going to sleep is the best way to reduce night-time accidents.
If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!
Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”, mostly for involuntary use. Being in pull-ups and being allowed to use the potty for voluntary use gives you more independence and responsibilities.
You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)
Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).
You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.
Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers. Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).
Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and get put into a fresh pull-up. Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then change you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off and slip a fresh pull-up on you.
If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.
Even though you went in the potty and not in your pull-ups isn’t enough. Not washing your hands properly, or dribbles and streaks in your pull-ups (or other indicators of improper hygiene) can result in punishments and/or getting put back in diapers.
I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!
Great set of rules 👏
Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups
You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable! What are the expectations for littles?
Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!
Using your diapers (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do. Your diapers are for both voluntary and involuntary use. You are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it.
It’s never an “accident” to use your diapers, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).
If you hold it and then go all at once in your diapers, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault so use your diapers whenever you feel the slightest urge to go.
You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate). Proper hydration also makes your pee less stinky.
If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even to ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and any other needs) for you before an accident happens).
If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).
Even if you’re in diapers only a night, these rules don’t change. Once the diaper is on, it stays on and you’re expected to use it whenever you have the urge to go, and not just for involuntary use (like bedwetting). Attentive caregivers will check and change your diaper right before going to sleep and even while you sleep if your diaper gets full. Being in a fresh diaper before going to sleep is the best way to reduce night-time accidents.
If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!
Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”, mostly for involuntary use. Being in pull-ups and being allowed to use the potty for voluntary use gives you more independence and responsibilities.
You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)
Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).
You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.
Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers. Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).
Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and get put into a fresh pull-up. Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then change you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off and slip a fresh pull-up on you.
If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.
Even though you went in the potty and not in your pull-ups isn’t enough. Not washing your hands properly, or dribbles and streaks in your pull-ups (or other indicators of improper hygiene) can result in punishments and/or getting put back in diapers.
I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!
Great set of rules 👏
I can tell it's still a bit embarrassing for you having your diaper changed. Thanks for being such a great sport through this immersive therapy program.
Your wife's last email indicated that you seem to be able to freely use your diapers now without reservation, that's wonderful sweety, and it's quite a breakthrough. I'm also happy to see your hygiene has improved dramatically too, you seem to be respoing well to the laser hair removal, just like the saying "bald as a baby."
Today's session marks six months since we started down this path, and that's a very special milestone. At this stage we'll resume the "couple's" portion of your couple's councling sessions. Your Mo...Wife will be join us again as her solo sessions are coming to an end as well.
Silly me, I almost spilled the beans on the "Title Changes," patience now, we'll be reviewing them later today.
So, I'll get you taped up here, and then I want you to take your new place in the playpen and you wife will join us shortly.
Yes of course she'll be on the couch. No, no, don't start, you know you're not allowed on the big furniture while you're in my office. You'll see and hear just fine from the pen, all your comfort items are there as well.
Don't pout, you'll be fine, you spend much of your time in the playpen during our sessions already. Ooh, I see, you're embarrassed your wife might view you differently in this setting? We'll yes, that's inevitable, she'll be taking on the next phase of her role too...
But, that's enough for now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, it'll all be coverd on today's agenda and going forward from here. Our schedule for today? Let's see:
Title Changes.
New furnishings for the home.
New restrictions with age appropriate expectations and behaviors.
Not to worry, she'll be here soon then we'll get started, cutie!
In the cozy confines of their nursery-themed bedroom, where Sarah firmly enforced her role as the dominant Mommy in their FLR dynamic, her boyfriend Jake had no choice but to submit to his forced regression, stripped down and padded up like a helpless toddler after a "naughty" slip-up that earned him this babyfication punishment. Now, as she tugs his shirt aside to inspect the snug, crinkly diaper she's just taped around his waist, Sarah coos with a mix of affection and teasing authority, "Aww, look at my big strong man turned into Mommy's wittle diaper boy. does it feel all squishy and embarrassing yet, or do I need to make you use it right here?"
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Even from the corner of her eye, Emma could see he was moving funny. He usually had that crinkly waddle, his legs forced wide by the padding between his legs. But she didn’t even have to glance up from her book to notice that something was…off. His movements were more measured, more tentative as he shuffled back and forth in the living room. A quick sniff of her nose confirmed her suspicions, but she decided not to say anything—not just yet.
Her book forgotten, she watched him meander back and forth across the room, waddling aimlessly, not really searching for anything other than something to say.
After several more minutes of silence, Emma finally spared him.
“Ryan,” she called,. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”
He turned slowly, his expression a mix of nervousness and resignation. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“Are you sure?” Emma asked, smiling despite herself. “You don’t have anything…weighing heavily on your mind?”
He hesitated, eyes dancing back and forth meekly.
Emma uncurled on the couch, sitting up straight and putting her feet flat on the floor. “Come here.” She said, soft yet firm.
Ryan rocked back and forth on his toes, unsure, but the look from Emma finally convinced him. He sighed, then slowly shuffled over in front of her, his cheeks a bright pink.
He there stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides, head lowered. The silence between them stretched out, thick with tension. The padded bulk between his legs was unmistakable — and Emma’s sharp eyes hadn’t missed the subtle change in his posture.
“Ryan,” she said, her tone cool but not cold. “You’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then darted away just as quickly. His face was crimson now, lips pressed into a thin line. The scent was stronger now, telling her everything she needed to know, even if he wouldn’t.
“N-no…” he whimpered, voice so small.
“Pull down your pants, Ryan.”
His fingers trembled as the gripped the waistband of his joggers, his breath quivering as he dropped them to his ankles.
He stood back up, his large disposable diaper on display. He lifted his shirt—but only because his arms were raised up to hide his face—giving Emma a better view.
She let the moment hang for a minute. The silence (and the diaper) doing all the talking. Ryan rubbed his face anxiously, wanting to move or run or hide, but all he could do was stand there.
Emma uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her thighs, giving him a look that was soft around the edges but firm at the core. “I’ll ask you once more: Did you do something in your diaper?”
Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He gave the smallest of nods.
“Do you want to tell me what it is?” She asked, as if the evidence wasn’t on full display.
His face flushed again, he hid behind his hands, then shook his head.
“Well then I guess ‘Mommy’ will have to check,” Emma sighed, gently taking him by the wrist and making him shuffle closer with his pants still around his ankles.
She slowly poured her eyes over him, tracing her hand up his cowering thighs, running it over his crinkly pamper—but not stopping—her fingers raising his shirt even further, nails dragging across his tummy.
“It’s pretty swollen, Ryan,” she observed, giving the front a gentle squeeze. It was quite warm, and the smell of piss competed with that of the powder and…other things.
Carefully coaxing a finger into the leg bands, she ran it back and forth teasingly, “Did you wet your diaper, Ryan?”
He let out an embarrassed huff, but nodded.
“Use your words,” Emma said, running her palm over the front of the squishy diaper, “tell me what you did in your diaper, honey!”
His bottom lip quivered, “I…pissed myself.”
Her hand stopped abruptly, ceasing his labored breathing. “Say it in little speak!”
His face screwed up again, he shifted, but his voice creaked out in a higher pitch “I-i went pee pee’s in mah diapee, Mommy!!”
“Goood boiii!!!” Emma cooed, patting his pissy pamper affectionately, squeezing it around his hardening cock and giving it a couple good strokes for some positive reinforcement. “Thank you for telling me!”
She released her grip on his swollen padding and sat back a bit, “Now…is there anything else I need to know…?”
Ryan immediately went back into his shy and timid mode. His head hung low, his body deflated, hands subconsciously rising to his face again.
“N-nuh—“
“Turn around.” This time Emma’s tone was sharp, pointed, meaning business.
Ryan was taken aback at first but—perhaps more out of fear than anything—he whimpered and waddled around in a circle, droopy diaper dancing back and forth as he did.
Emma placed her hand under the hefty load in the back of Ryan’s diaper, it was even warmer than the front. “So you don’t want to tell me what this is??” She scolded, pressing her palm inward and smushing the mush into his backside, watching him visibly cringe. He groaned, whimpering.
“Tell me what it is, Ryan!” Emma roared over his pathetic whining and crying. “Tell me what you did in your diaper, sweetheart!”
Ryan continued to squeal as Emma pressed the mess into him, wriggling it around, using her other hand on his hip to serve as a firm reminder that he was not to move or run away. He was to stay in place and take her torment.
He knew it wasn’t going to stop until he voiced it. As hard as it was to say out loud, it was harder to endure such gross humiliation.
“I made a poopy diaper!!” Ryan cried, “I went poo poo’s in my diapee!!”
Emma stopped, dropping her hand. The hefty load fell back down as gravity took over.
There was more silence for a while. Ryan’s breath heavy and labored. His eyes and cheeks moist.
Eventually, he felt Emma’s soft, cool skin as her hand gently took his. With a firm tug, she guided him to stand beside her. Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and steady. “Over,” she instructed, tapping her thigh.
That got Ryan blubbering again. “No, Mommy pweez! I sorry! No spankies! PWEEZ!!” Even through his pitiful pleas he instinctively started dropping to his knees to climb over her lap for a punishment—but she stopped him.
“No, no, baby!” She said,stopping him. Softly, comforting, “like this…”
She guided one of his legs over hers, keeping him facing forward, away from her. Emma adjusted him with little effort, settling him so that his bottom was properly positioned — thickly padded, snug in his diaper, and directly over her knee. She rubbed his back for a moment, grounding him, then slowly pressed him down so that his weight was fully on her thigh.
“Shhh…it’s okay!” She whispered softly in his ear when it made him cringe.
Peeling back the waistband, she gave the diaper a quick, practiced peek. Again, not because she didn’t know the contents, but to get him familiar with the process.
“You certainly did some damage in there, little man!” She said, patting the waistband closed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, like a big spoon, “but if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to learn to tell Mommy when you use them.”
Before he could reply, Emma shifted slightly, spreading her knees just enough for a better seat. Then, without warning, she began to bounce him — small, controlled lifts of her leg beneath him. The motion was firm, rhythmic, and deliberate. Not punishing, but undeniably corrective. Each bounce jostled him gently but unmistakably, the thick padding exaggerating every motion.
He tried to move away, but she tightened her arm across his lower back, steadying him, pressing him down. “You’ll stay here until you remember this feeling,” she said, not breaking the rhythm of her knee. “Get used to it. It’s going to be happening a lot more from now on. You didn’t think you were going to get to wear diapers and not use them for all of their intended purposes, did you??”
Ryan whimpered and whined.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Each rise of her knee sent a flush of warmth through his cheeks, not just from the physical sensation of the mush on his bottom, but from the emotional exposure of it all rushing to his face. And yet, as her other hand brushed slowly up his spine, comforting even in the middle of discipline, the duality of it soothed him. She waited for him to finally have his cathartic moment before coming to a stop.
“Come here, honey…” she said softly, turning him around but in the same position, wrapping her arms around him so he could bury his face in her chest, sobbing softly. She patted his back, shhhing him. “I know that was hard, sweetpea, but this is why you need to tell Mommy when something happens in your diaper! You’re supposed to ask for help — not try to hide it.””
“I was embarrassed,” he whispered.
“I know you were, honey.” She cooed, brushing her hand along his back “it must be humiliating being a grown man pooping in a diaper, huh?”
He whimpered at that, but she held him closer and rocked him back and forth.
She knew that he liked to be degraded, but he needed the other part too. “Trying to hide it only makes it worse. I’m here to help you through the hard stuff, even the messy stuff. Especially that.”
He softened at that, melting in her arms.
“You’re safe,” she whispered close to his ear. “I’ll never judge you or leave you or make you feel less-than for the things you enjoy.” She let that hang, then shrugged, “well…other than when we’re in scenes.”
Moments like this—where they were having their kinky play time, experimenting with the dominant and submissive dynamic—always seemed to lead to a breaking down of barriers of some kind. The years of shame and guilt and baggage that Ryan had carried with him about his stupid little fetish all seemed to fade away in that instant. He felt safe in her arms, protected. Accepted, as she rocked him back and forth in his mushy diaper. The smell was horrendous, but she didn’t have a single wrinkle on her nose as she kissed his forehead softly. She loved him. All of him.
“There,” she said gently when he lifted his head off her damp shoulder, his cheeks and eyes still misty. “Better?”
He nodded, hands wiping his face.
She helped him up carefully, her hands guiding him with the same firmness that had corrected him. Their eyes met — his shy and grateful, hers steady and affectionate before she closed them and gave him a kiss.
“Let’s go change your diaper,” she said, standing up, but she had that devious look in her eye again. The one that said she wasn’t done playing. “Then you’re going to go over my lap the other way, I’m going to get the wooden spoon, and we’re going to give you a reminder of why you need to be honest with Mommy.”